Every now and then, I dream about it a little.

Last night, I dreamt my daughter woke up and wasn't autistic any more.
"I don't get it," I told her. "What happened?"
"April Fools!" she shouted.
I gasped. "This whole time, it was a joke?"
"This whole time," she said.
“But April Fool's day was last week.”
“I'm still kinda quirky,” she admitted.